'294 LUKE TIDE. 



OCT. 20. St. Artemius, martyr, a.d, 362. 

 SS. Barsavias, abbot, &c. martyrs, 342. 

 St. Zenobius, bishop and confessor. 

 St. Sindulplius, priest, 7th cent. 

 St. Aidan, bishop in Ireland, 768. 

 St. Caprais. — Fr. Cal. 



Obs. St. Artemius was accused by the idolaters in Egypt of having demo- 

 lished their temples and broke down their idols. The Emperor Julian suni- 

 moned him to appear before him at Antioch in .'i62, and upon this indictment 

 condemned him to be beheaded in that city, about tlie month of June, in 362. 

 Artemius had been honoured willi the coniinand of tlie troop, with the title of 

 Duke or General of Egypt; placed on the pinnacle of worldly honours ; his 

 soul stood in imminent clanger, yet God rescues him from these dangers, and 

 leads him to bliss bv a glorious martvrdoni. 



St. Zenobius is styled Patron of Florence, and is in the Uoman Martyrology 

 commemorated on St. Urban's Day, 25tli of May. 



Yellow Sultan Centaurea suaveolens still fl. 

 Orange Peziza Peziza coccinea abundant. 



As flowers begin to decline, those who study begin now to turn their atten- 

 tion from the earth's surface to the wiile and lofty canopy of the sky, and to 

 the endiess sources of amusement afforded by the starry heavens'. The fol- 

 lowing lines of Lord Bvron are so natural and impressive, that we quote them 

 for the entertainment of the reader, at a time of year when longer evenings 

 begin to afford better opportunity for stargazing. The pious strain at the end 

 of the linesreminris us of an anecdote we have somewhere read in print ot 

 Lord Byron, that he was naturally of a devout turn, butspoiledby education ; 

 and that he used to lament that he was not brought up a Catholic. 



A Starlight Winter Night. 

 The stars are forth, tlie moon above tlie lops 

 Of the snowshining mountains. — Beautii'ul I 

 I linger yet witli Nature, for the night 

 Hath been to me a more familiar face 

 Than that of man ; and in her starry shade 

 Of dim and solitary loveliness, » 



I learn'd the language of another world. 

 I do remember me, that in my youth. 

 When I was wandering, — upon sutli a night 

 I stood within the Coliseum's "all, 

 'Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; 

 The trees which grew along the broken arches 

 Waved dark in llie blue midnight, and the stars 

 Shone through the rents of ruin : from afar 

 The Watchdog bayed bevond the Tiber; and 

 More near from out the Caesar's palace came 

 The Owl's long cry, and, interruptedly. 

 Of distant sentinels the fitful song 

 ^ Begun and died upon the gentle wind. 



Some Cypresses beyond the tiraeworn breach 



Appeared to skirt the horizon, yet they stood 



Within a bowshot — where the Caesarsiwelt, 



And dwell the tuneless birds of night amidst 



A grove whirh springs through levell'd battlements, 



And twines its roots with the imperial hearths, 



Ivy usurps the Laurel's place of growth ; — 



But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, 



A noble wreck in ruinous ptrtection I 



While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, 



Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. — 



And thou didst shine, thou rolling Moon, upon 



All this, and cast a wide and tender light, 



Which softened down the hoar austerity 



Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up. 



As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries; 



Leaving that beautiful which still was so, 



And making that which was not, till the place 



Became rehgion, and the heart ran o'er 



With silent worship. 



